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JUL-AUG 2018

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h HE SPOTTED HER across the room at a New York fundraiser. Her wingman (and future maid of honor) noticed and encouraged him to come meet her. She was my niece, Mary Carleton Rafield, and he was Gael Gremaud. He introduced himself by saying, "Hello, I'm Gael from Paris," but as it was a loud venue, she heard, "Hello, I'm Bill from Paris." That evening, and also in jest at the rehearsal dinner three years later, he was "Bill from Paris." Carleton was teed up to respond to the tall, handsome Frenchman, having been raised traveling and studying abroad by parents with a keen apprecia- tion for culture and beauty, a gift that she inherited in abundance. When the two decided to marry, there were some logistical and stylistic musts for the wedding. First: They would marry at Carleton's family home, situated just off the 14 th green at Birmingham Country Club, where she and her siblings had grown up racing across the fairways to swim, play golf and tennis, and eat cheeseburgers and bomb pops. Second: There would be a seated dinner. Third: The height of Southern hospitality would be on display, as guests would be flying in from Paris, California, New York, and parts in between. Luckily, while attending the College of Charleston, Carleton had worked as an intern for wedding and event designer Tara Guérard of Soirée, so she knew who to call. The wedding day dawned sunny, cool, and breezy and remained so, ensured by the burying of the bottle of bourbon (an old Southern tradition) and the chorus of prayers. Bridesmaids gathered with Carleton at the house for lunch, hair and makeup, and girl talk, while the groom and his men (or as they're called in France, témoins, or witnesses) sampled legendary Birmingham barbecue and explored downtown on green Zyp bikes. At five in the afternoon, guests were seated on the lawn, serenaded by a string quartet and almost Disney- like birdsong. We were tucked in at the base of the 64 | J U LY/A U G U S T 2 0 1 8

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